Breakfast In The Alpha's Bed (2)

Elowen pushed herself up on her elbows, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, those dark eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and hunger. She slid out from under Thorne, her body glistening with sweat, thighs slick from their joining.

Without a word, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, standing tall despite the tremble in her limbs. Her pale skin caught the torchlight, every curve on display, full breasts swaying slightly, the dark patch between her legs still damp and swollen.

She turned to me, that knowing smile curving her lips again, and stepped closer. The scent of her arousal clung to her, mixing with the heavy air. “I know you've been wanting to serve us for so long,” she said, her voice soft but laced with command, like velvet over steel. “So don't pretend now.”

My pulse thundered in my ears, heat flooding my face and lower, making my core ache. I opened my mouth to protest, but nothing came out only a soft, involuntary whimper before I could step back, Elowen closed the distance, her hand cupping my cheek as she leaned in.

Her lips crashed against mine, warm and insistent, tasting of salt and desire. Her tongue slipped past my teeth, exploring with a boldness that left me reeling.

I froze, stunned, my body locking up as sparks ignited under my skin. The kiss deepened, her fingers threading into my hair, pulling me closer until I felt the press of her naked breasts against my clothed chest. My tray was long forgotten, all I could focus on was the soft slide of her mouth, the way she claimed me without hesitation.

She broke the kiss first, her breath hot against my lips, eyes locked on mine with that wicked gleam. “That's better,” she murmured, taking my hand in hers.

Her grip was firm, guiding me toward the bed as if I were already hers to command. I followed, legs unsteady, the world narrowing to the heat of her palm against mine.

She eased me down onto the furs, the pelts soft and warm beneath me as she laid me on my back. The bed dipped under our weight, Thorne's golden eyes watching from the side, his hand still lazily stroking his thick cock.

She climbed over me, straddling my hips, her thighs over mine. Leaning down, she kissed me again, slower this time, her tongue teasing mine while her hands roamed, sliding up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts through the thin fabric of my gown.

A gasp escaped me into her mouth, my body arching up instinctively. The dominance in her touch sent shivers racing down my spine, my nipples hardening against the rough weave of my clothes.

She ground down lightly, her wet pussy pressing against my belly, leaving a trail of slickness that soaked through.

Then, strong hands gripped the hem of my gown…Thorne's, rough and calloused from years of battle. He lifted it slowly, exposing my legs inch by inch, the cool air kissing my skin and making me tremble.

His golden eyes burned into mine as he pushed the fabric up to my waist, baring my thighs and the damp patch on my undergarments.

Elowen pulled back from the kiss, her smile turning feral as she watched him. Thorne leaned in, his broad shoulders forcing my legs apart with ease. He planted light kisses along my inner thigh, starting at my knee and working upward, soft presses of his lips, his beard scraping deliciously against my sensitive flesh.

Each one sent jolts straight to my core, my pussy clenching in anticipation.

Higher he went, his breath hot and ragged, teeth grazing just enough to tease. My hands fisted the furs, breath coming in short pants as his mouth neared the apex of my thighs. He hooked his fingers into my undergarments, yanking them down and off in one swift motion, leaving me fully exposed.

Cool air hit my soaked folds, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan.

Thorne didn't make me wait. His lips found my pussy, sealing over it with a hungry suck that drew my clit between his teeth.

He lapped at me, tongue flat and broad, dragging through my slit from entrance to hood. The wet sounds filled the chamber, mixing with my sharp cry as pleasure stabbed through me.

Elowen watched, her hands pinning my wrists above my head, her body a warm weight across my chest. “Let him taste you,” she whispered, nipping at my earlobe. Thorne's mouth worked relentlessly, sucking hard on my clit, then plunging his tongue inside me, fucking me with his tongue in short, deep thrusts.

His scarred hands gripped my thighs, holding them wide as he devoured me, nose bumping my mound with every greedy pull.

Juices coated his chin, dripping down to the furs as he alternated between licking my folds and circling my entrance with the tip of his tongue.

My hips bucked, chasing the building pressure, but he held me down, dominating every twitch. Elowen's lips found my neck, sucking marks into the skin while she ground against me, her own arousal smearing across my gown.

The coil in my belly tightened, thighs quivering under Thorne's assault. He growled against my pussy, the vibration pushing me closer to the edge, his tongue flicking faster, harder. I was lost in it the raw power of his mouth claiming me, Elowen's soft commands in my ear, the scent of sex thick in the air. Submission washed over me, hot and inevitable, as the first waves of release built, threatening to shatter me right there on their bed.

Elowen's fingers dug into the neckline of my gown, her grip ironclad as she yanked downward with a single, forceful rip. The fabric tore easily, splitting from collar to hem in a sharp, satisfying shred that left my upper body bare.

My breasts spilled free, heavy and flushed, nipples already peaked from the cool air and the fire building inside me. She wasted no time, her hand cupping one full mound, squeezing the soft flesh until I arched into her touch with a needy whine.